This past Thanksgiving provided me with an unique opportunity to really digest the meaning of the holiday.
2013 has been a memorable year for me for a variety of reasons that I won't bore you with. Well, I'll bore you with a very small, insignificant, but annoying example: for no reason, this past week my iPhoto library of over 7,000 photos vanished. Fortunately, Max Miller, America's greatest Mac guy, was able to retrieve the photos, but in order to do that, he had to retrieve every photo I've ever entered into the library. So I had 43,000 photos waiting to be sorted, but better that than the alternative. In short, I wasn't in much of a holiday mood.
I was invited to a couple of Thanksgiving feasts, hosted by good friends that I don't see often enough. I hopped in the car, got half way there and decided that I just wasn't in the mood to sit around 30-40 people, so I came back home, to my quiet, empty loft. I know this reads kind of sad and pitiful, but it's really not. Hang in there.
Once I got comfortable, I thought it was a perfect time to start going through my iPhoto library and begin the process of whitling 43,000 photos down to 7,000. That's where the magic happened.
As I went through the photos, I began revisiting so many great experiences, places I've been, people I've met, friendships I've maintained, that I was overcome with gratitude for the life that I've led. Looking at all of these pictures put the challenges of the last couple of years in context and gave me new inspiration and anticipation of great things to come.
I'm thankful for so much, including you for taking the time to check out the blog whenever you have the time or interest to do it, because you could certainly be doing other things. So in lieu of a longer essay, I'm just going to attach a few of the photos that made me smile as I was doing my editing. If you have iPhoto or photo albums of any kind, it might not be a bad idea to revisit them from time to time. They say a picture is worth a thousand words. I say, 'at least'.